I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison

Chapter 29: The Two Who Sought Their Own Death

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

They chatted for a while and discussed the details.

Bieber only brought a few attendants with him today. Then, he left.

Before Bieber left, he glanced at Adam, who was smoking marijuana. His eyes were full of disdain.

Although Bieber was called Mad Dog, he was different from a real madman like Adam. He knew when to make enemies and when to restrain himself.

Bieber went out and sat in a black car. The driver slowly started the car.

“Big Brother, do you want us to bring people to teach Adam a lesson? He really doesn’t respect you!”

How could these underlings tolerate their boss being bullied like this? If it was not for Bieber, they would have even started fighting just now.

“After all, this isn’t our territory. Lott isn’t an easy target. Adam isn’t smart, but he can fight. If I can trick him to deal with Lott, no matter who dies, it’ll be beneficial to me.”

Bieber closed his eyes, leaned against the car seat, and said slowly.

These were all things that Bieber had learned from Old Ian.

“A boss is really a boss. You’re really thinking ahead.” The driver said as if he had been taught a lesson.

The person who could drive for him was definitely someone whom Bieber had trusted. It was normal for Bieber to give a little advice.

Bieber was thinking about how to capture Lott and show his ability in front of Old Ian.

The current Chicago Corporation was in a precarious situation.

The heir was paralyzed and the eldest daughter had died.

Only the few of them could be worried about Old Ian.

Bieber smiled. It was obvious that he had thought of something very interesting. Then, his face darkened.

“Inform them to keep an eye on the real estate building. This time, even if we have to exhaust time and effort, we have to find Lott!”

Hearing this, the driver quickly agreed.

Bieber’s violent side was fully displayed.

…

At this time, Lott did not notice the movements outside.

Lott had carefully checked the room last night and confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras or traps in it. Only then did he feel at ease and fall asleep.

It had been a long time since Lott had a good rest. He did not care at all about what the outside world was like.

All Lott wanted to do now was sleep.

Schubert, who had rushed to the villa early in the morning, could not help but be surprised when he saw that Lott was still sleeping.

“Mr. Lott, why are you still sleeping?”

Lott ignored him and continued to roll over in his bed.

This bed was really too comfortable. Expensive silk and imported bed furniture were things that Lott had never enjoyed before.

There were even maids who regularly brought breakfast and a change of clothes.

It could be said that the lives of the rich were so plain and monotonous.

If only Schubert had not been standing by Lott’s bed…

Behind Schubert stood a row of old tailors in neat black suits, who were experts in tailoring Lott’s suits.

They needed to make the clothes before the evening reception and now they had to race against the clock to get Lott’s body measurements.

With their years of experience, they could also serve customers who needed sleep.

However, just as they were about to lift the blanket and measure Lott’s body measurements…

Lott instinctively bounced away and picked up the stool in the corner, wanting to throw it at the other party.

However, when he saw Schubert and a group of people there, he asked in a deep voice, “Mr. Schubert, don’t you know that you need to knock on the door to enter the room?”

There was a trace of anger in Lott’s voice.

“After we knocked for ten minutes without any response, we decided to enter the room to confirm whether you were missing.”

Schubert paused.

“Mr. Lott, you should’ve seen the invitation letter that I gave you last night, right? It clearly states your schedule for today.”

Schubert slowly said as he sat on a leather sofa that was imported from Italy.

“Invitation letter?”

Lott scratched his head.

“It seems… That’s indeed the case.”

“Then please don’t waste time. Let’s move quickly or we’ll be late for the banquet tonight.”

Schubert snapped his fingers and let the tailors start working quickly.

“Height, arm span, waistline, chest circumference…”

The tailors reported these data one by one. They did not conceal their surprise.

Lott’s muscles and measurements were in the golden ratio. His figure was too perfect.

The tailors could not help but marvel.

After measuring Lott’s body, the tailors even looked forward to how Lott would look in the clothes they had made.

Schubert waved his hand to let the tailors leave first. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Lott stretching his body.

Lott was standing on the third-floor balcony, looking at the morning sun in Chicago. He was excited.

Then, Lott jumped down from the third-floor balcony.

Schubert was about to say something, but his words was caught in his throat.

‘Don’t jump if you don’t want to!’

Schubert walked quickly to the balcony and looked over. He found that Lott had found an empty space, put on airs, and crossed his arms to practice.

This was a set of martial arts that was given to Lott by combining his search ability with his own.

When Lott practiced it, it was as smooth as flowing water. It was too much for one’s eyes to take in.

Schubert’s eyes flashed with surprise. He had grown up in the Schubert Family since young. Naturally, he knew some secret histories.

In this world, there was light and there was darkness.

There were all sorts of gods in the dark world. They had some abilities that surpassed ordinary people.

Take Lott for example. After he finished a set of fist techniques, one could even see a force surrounding him.

Schubert did not disturb Lott. It was not until the sun rose high that Lott ended his practice.

Lott now felt that his entire body was filled with strength.

It would not be a problem for him to break a big tree that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl with one punch.

“Pa.”

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

Schubert clapped his hands and went downstairs.

‘Mr. Lott is indeed not an ordinary person. I believe that an ordinary person wouldn’t be your opponent at all.’

Lott withdrew his aura.

It was not that Lott looked down on his opponent’s body. Under the scope of his aura, there were not many people who could withstand his power.

Schubert was indeed a big shot. His expression did not seem to be affected.

“Mr. Lott, the next schedule I’ve arranged for you is…”

Before Schubert could finish speaking, Lott interrupted him.

“Wait a moment, I’ll see if there’s anything that needs to be dealt with today.”

After witnessing Lott’s miraculous operation, Schubert had a trace of respect.

Schubert knew about this kind of power and he also knew that there was a type of organization where people from large families respected the strong and power more.

Lott did not care about his gaze. He casually flipped through the information that came out from his search ability.

It was all bits and pieces.

However, two pieces of information caught his attention.

“Bieber of the Ian Family is patrolling near the Chicago real estate building.”

“The deputy of the King of Hell, Adam, is looking for information about you everywhere.”

“Huh?”

Looking at these two pieces of news, Lott could not help but frown. Killing intent grew in his heart.

“Are you in trouble? Can you tell me about it?” Schubert asked eagerly.

Schubert paused, clearly afraid that Lott would misunderstand him, so he quickly explained.

“I’m afraid that it will delay your appointment with Miss. Being in Chicago, some small matters can still be resolved.”

Schubert’s expression was sincere.